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We hated to miss the art walk and studio tour. At least we caught up with the Chuy's parade and went along with the Hardin-Simmons Cowboy Band from 11th and Brazos all the way down to Sixth Street. There must have been a lot of tourists in town, because people kept asking, "Who are they?" The band's "new" director seems to have made himself at home with the ensemble. The band still plays the only arrangement of Jingle Bells that I can stand to hear in any form. Ray Benson was a sport, up on a float with twin fiddles, a stand-up bass, and a drum kit. It's getting harder to find parking downtown anywhere, even on a weekend, but most people still don't seem to know about the Teacher Retirement System parking lot across the street from St. Elias Church. On the way home, the scenic route through the east side, in keeping with our goal to visit every library branch, we visited the Oak Springs Library for the first time. Even though most of the books were obviously bought with the African-American community in mind, except for a couple of elementary-school kids, the populace was pretty much Spanish-speaking. We did find some books and then went on to the City Market, which had the best zucchini in town and the best price on limes, plus the latest Villager and Nokoa. Now we've just gotta cook and cook and cook.